The plan seemed so simple yesterday. Get married, get my visa reinstated, get divorced in a year, and forget all about this. Then he had to go and be so freaking observant. He was understanding when I didn’t want to go into his house. Now, he’s moved into my place, and he’s leaving little reminders of his presence everywhere I look. There was a softness to him that I didn’t anticipate. An understanding, like only he could see what I’ve buried deep within me. He didn’t ask questions or try to pressure me. Instead, he bent to my level and gave me a choice in what we did. He gave me a say in
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Ur cooked I fear
